After stabbing my ex-boyfriend, I went traveling

Voldemort didn't want to continue watching this weird scene, so he went back into the Soul Nurturing Tree and said, "You can have fun by yourself."

Riddle in the diary: I have never been so speechless in my life... You are the stupid lion of Gryffindor! You talk too much!

Riddle was getting more stubborn. You don't want to know about the secret room? But I want you to know!

Then Yang Mei saw that the diary was going crazy. In just two seconds, a long passage of text appeared. The handwriting was messy and sloppy, and you couldn't tell what he wrote without looking carefully.

"It's like being chased by a dog." Yang Mei paused after speaking, then raised her hand and gently patted her mouth, "What are you talking about? Am I a dog?!"

Looking at the cursive writing in the diary, it simply said that fifty years ago, a little witch died in Hogwarts, and she was killed by the monster in the chamber of secrets.

It was he, the brave Riddle, who revealed the true identity of the person who opened the secret room, but the school only expelled the culprit and did not receive any further punishment.

The secret room seemed to be ignored by everyone, and the only thing told to the outside world was that the little witch died accidentally.

The monster in the secret room has not been killed and the perpetrator is still at large. Such a horrific incident will definitely happen again!

Yang Mei: "..." Are you pretending to be a fool here? Wasn't it you who opened the secret room? !

Yang Mei felt that this Horcrux of Voldemort should only be the memory of his time at Hogwarts. He seemed unaware that he would become the Dark Lord later, and he also didn't know that his Slytherin blood was no secret in many pure-blood families.

Riddle didn't care whether Yang Mei believed it or not. He had gone crazy and had to complete the process he had already thought of.

He didn't even ask Yang Mei if she was willing, but directly opened a window on the diary, which looked like a mini TV screen.

I saw the screen getting bigger and bigger, and finally completely covering the pages of the diary.

Yang Mei leaned closer to look inside, and it turned out that the screen seemed to eat people and sucked him in immediately!

"...Fuck?!" Yang Mei couldn't help but swear. At the same time, he felt his vitality being sucked away bit by bit. There was no doubt that it was that old man Riddle!

He didn't think he would not be discovered when doing these petty thefts, did he?

Yang Mei cursed in his heart, but after finally landing on solid ground after a dazzling display of light and shadow, he immediately looked around.

He found that it was a familiar place to him - the Hogwarts headmaster's office. The portraits of past headmasters were still hanging on the wall, but those old men were now fast asleep.

In addition to the portrait, Yang Mei is not the only one in the office. There is another person sitting behind the desk!

Sitting behind the desk at this time was a weak and shriveled wizard with only a few strands of white hair on his bald head. He was reading a letter by candlelight.

Yang Mei had an impression of this person. The last time he went to the principal's office, this person had been turned into a portrait hanging on the wall.

He is Armando Dippet, the headmaster of Hogwarts who succeeded Dumbledore.

Yang Mei was standing opposite Principal Dippet, but he did not react.

It can be seen that in Riddle's memory, these people cannot see him.

"So what time is it now?" Yang Mei found a place to sit down with ease, "You dragged me in here without even telling me the time. Your service awareness is a bit poor, isn't it?"

Riddle in the dark rolled his eyes silently. This guy really thought he was here to watch a movie!

But he still displayed a date in front of Yang Mei - June 1942, 6.

"So what are you doing? Can you get it dry?" Yang Mei urged.

Riddle rolled his eyes again, but this time he didn't respond.

Yang Mei watched the bald principal behind the desk. He was so worried that two of the few remaining white hairs on his head fell out.

"That's too tragic. Wasn't the formula of the hair growth potion perfected fifty years ago? Dumbledore's hair is so thick that he looks like a mop." Yang Mei spoke to the air, but as expected, there was no response.

But Yang Mei was not embarrassed, he was very pleased with himself.

From where he sat, he could see the sky outside the window was full of red clouds, it was sunset. When the bald headmaster looked behind the door for the umpteenth time, the door that he had almost seen through was finally knocked on.

In comes none other than Riddle himself during this period.

The sixteen-year-old boy is elegant, with deep features, a true campus idol. From his current appearance, we can already tell how handsome he will be when he grows up.

His expression seemed nervous, but Yang Mei saw indifference and ridicule in the depths of his eyes.

The bald principal called Riddle because of the letter he wrote to him.

At first, Yang Mei thought that the letter he was talking about was a letter of denunciation written by Riddle.

After all, before he was dragged into this memory, didn't Riddle tell him that it was he who caught the person who opened the Chamber of Secrets?

Yang Mei watched with interest, wanting him to figure out which unlucky guy became Riddle's scapegoat!

However, the conversation between the two made Yang Mei realize that it was not a report letter.

This letter was Riddle's application for holiday stay, hoping that Dippet would approve him to spend the summer vacation at Hogwarts.

But Dippet believes that a terrible murder has just happened in the school, and it is very unsafe to let Riddle stay in school under such circumstances.

And because the root cause of the murders has not been found, the Ministry of Magic has even begun discussing closing the school.

The poor old principal looked even more haggard while he was talking.

Riddle seemed to casually ask if he could stay in school for the summer if the murderer was caught.

He said this as if he knew the clues to the murderer.

Apparently the bald principal thought so too, so he asked Riddle if he knew anything, but Riddle said he knew nothing.

Yang Mei was amazed. Why was this guy still doing this? Was he playing hard to get?

Since Riddle said he didn't know, what could the old principal say? Even if he could see that Riddle seemed to be saying one thing and thinking another, could he still tear Riddle's mouth apart?

The principal asked Riddle to get out, but Yang Mei felt that he actually wanted Riddle to get out.

Riddle left the principal's office, but Yang Mei sat there without moving.

The air seemed to freeze for a moment, and another line of words appeared in front of Yang Mei: "Why don't you follow?"

Yang Mei seemed to sense Riddle's confusion.

"You paid me to do this? Why should I go with you?" Yang Mei curled her lips.

"You can't get out until this memory is finished playing."

Yang Mei leaned back in her chair: "Are you threatening me? Otherwise, why don't you try to see if I can get out?"

As soon as the words fell, the surrounding space began to vibrate violently, and the shattered space fragments fell and were sucked into nothingness in an instant.

"You know, Riddle, if you hadn't dragged me into this diary, I wouldn't be able to exert such great power."

Riddle: "... Stop it, I don't need you to follow me, okay?"

"Okay." Yang Mei looked very easy to talk to.

He just sat in the chair without moving, but the bald headmaster in the room had disappeared, and the space in front of him began to change constantly. From this perspective, it was as if he was following Riddle.